walk away
from all that you own,
the way those trickles of water
collect in a puddle for a while,
beneath the gaze of the sun,
the way pebbles and rocks
rest against each other
through eons, without a word,
the way this earth
holds a promise for our children
even when we are spent and gone,
the way the sky watches
our every move
from the altar of devotion,
from where we were born,
yes, walk away
from all that you own with words,
without a word,
as you let yourself fall softly
into the still pool
of a spoken silence,
from where tomorrow will rise,
as you walk away.
from all that you own,
the way those trickles of water
collect in a puddle for a while,
beneath the gaze of the sun,
the way pebbles and rocks
rest against each other
through eons, without a word,
the way this earth
holds a promise for our children
even when we are spent and gone,
the way the sky watches
our every move
from the altar of devotion,
from where we were born,
yes, walk away
from all that you own with words,
without a word,
as you let yourself fall softly
into the still pool
of a spoken silence,
from where tomorrow will rise,
as you walk away.
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